Frodo's allergies have been pretty awful lately, and apparently it's affecting me more than I thought.

Last night I had a dream that he scratched himself so much that he literally scratched all the skin on one side off. Like, there was a gaping hole where his rib cage should have been, and I could see all of his organs, and his heart was like...falling out onto the floor. Interesting fact: Apparently my dog has no ribs, or blood, because there was none of that, just organs and stuff.

So I am, of course, flipping you know what because we need to get him to a doctor and for some reason we are in Pennsylvania at my grandparent's house in the middle of nowhere. Megan was there and assuring me that it wasn't THAT bad, as she was holding his heart in his side so it wouldn't drag on the ground.

Then I woke up.

I think the best part about the whole dream was that the whole time Frodo was just standing there. He wasn't dying or crying, he was just like "whatevs"